Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Taiwan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mr. Review to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hardrive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
Minutemen,
Tres Demented,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Dark Day,
Graham Central Station,
Technova,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tim Buckley,
Popol Vuh,
The Velvet Underground,
Parry Music,
Hashim,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed,
Kaleidoscope,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
Todd Rundgren,
Marine Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Clarke,
Nico,
Ornette Coleman,
Tommy Roe,
Pussy Galore,
Panda Bear,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funkadelic,
Rod Modell,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.